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Chapter Twelve 'TERRORS'

Chapter twelve

TERRORS

“Did you hear that?”  She asked breathlessly, while pushing with her hands against his chest and breaking his embrace.

“Hear What?” Jimmy Byrd asked with irritation.  The Junior at Nebraska State University was used to getting what he wanted.  Twenty years old and buff from five years of weight training, he was confident. His six foot tall, massive frame and all American boy looks, had made him successful in scoring both on the football field and with any chick he wanted.  Usually.  He had thought himself invincible in sexual attraction and prowess.  Sheila Donahue was frustrating the hell out of him.

She was an all State champion cheerleading Captain.  Her body was exquisite. He wanted to add her to his trophies of conquest.  He would have her one way or another.  Anything he had to do, short of actual Rape, he would do to that end.  However, she wasn’t proving to be as easy as her reputation at school made her out to be.  The word around school was that she spread easier than hot butter for any guy at school who was considered in. Well, Damn it, he was certainly in!  He was Captain of NSU’s Varsity football team, President of the student body, honors winning Captain of the debating team, and on the Dean’s list of higher achievers.

So far though, she had managed to hold him back since the kick off.  He hadn’t gained any yardage with her at all.  Let alone, scored a touchdown!  He had tried to get his tongue past her tightly clamped teeth unsuccessfully, and got his hand slapped away when he tried to blade it in between her also tightly squeezed thighs.  Now this!

She was peering out of the car windows nervously.

“What?  There’s nothing out there.  We’re all alone here.”

“I’m telling you, I heard something.”

“Okay...so maybe you heard something.  It’s gone now.  It was probably a stray dog ... or maybe a coon.  These woods are full of them. “Now...” He tried to put his arm around her again.  “Just relax and let Jimmy make you feel good, Baby.”  She forcibly removed his arm.

“Come on, Baby!”

“I want to go home.  I’m not your...”

CRASH, WHUMP! The sound had been dull Like something heavy falling on the ground behind the car.  It was enough to elicit a sharp shriek from Sheila though.

Jimmy took advantage of her attention being diverted, to try to spear his hand inside her blouse and bra.  He was almost cupping her large breast, when her hand lashed out and slammed into his cheek.  He yelped with the sudden pain that flared in his face and withdrew.

“See!”  She screamed at him.  “I told you I heard something.  Don’t try that again!”

“Oh, for Shit sakes!  It’s nothing.”  He leaned back into the seat rubbing his burning cheek.

“Nothing?  Are you crazy?  Didn’t you hear that crash?”

“Shit.”  He said in defeat.  He stretched his arms forward out over the steering wheel. Then, he reached under his seat and removed two objects. Moonlight streaming in the side window, reflected dully off the blue steel of the revolver he placed on his lap.  Sheila gasped out loud at the sigh of it.

“What the Hell are you doing with that?” She asked with unconcealed suspicion.

“Protection.  I should think since you are about to wet yourself, you’d be glad I had it.”

Jimmy hefted the flashlight he held in one hand, opened the driver’s door and climbed out into the night.  He picked the pistol out of his lap as he went.

“Wait here.  I’ll check it out.  Okay?”

“Oh, great.  My hero.”  She answered with a voice dripping sarcasm.  She stared at the sub nosed pistol, and finally just gave him a nod of her head.  He was getting more pissed by the minute, and slammed the door of his brand new Mustang convertible.  If someone was screwing around out here, they were going to be very sorry.

Jimmy stood by the car, flashlight in one hand, Smith and Wesson .38 in the other.  He reached both high above his head and stretched his back.  Lowering his arms, he snapped on the flashlight.  The beam stabbed a tunnel of light through the darkness towards the woods behind the car.  For the briefest of seconds, two yellow eyes reflected in the beam’s intensity, then disappeared.  Damned Dear, he thought.  Maybe, these woods weren’t the best make out spot after all.  He had damned near ran into one coming up here.  Maybe even this one. He dropped the beam into the closer distance and immediately saw the cause of the disturbance.

The dead tree branch lay crossways over the tread marks his tires had left in the soft dirt.  Also in the dirt near the rear of the car, and leading off into the direction of the woods, were paw prints.  Boy, he thought, that was a big animal that left those tracks.  The branch appeared in his beam to be about seven feet long, and maybe four or five inches in diameter.  Heavy enough to make some noise falling.  Moving it back out of the way, would definitely give him some exercise.  Nothing he couldn’t handle though.  He laid the gun down on the soft convertible top and positioned the flashlight to shine down on the branch from the roof.

Stepping around to the fallen branch he noticed something strange.  First, there were no large trees close enough to the clearing they were parked in, that it could have fallen from.  Most of the large trees were further back behind where the curve started in this dirt road.  The branch itself was weird too.  Where it had separated from the parent tree, the ragged trailings were still green wood.  And where the flashlight beam landed on it, there were a pattern of deep, ragged cuts in the bark.  As though a steel rake had been dragged across the surface. Fresh sap was oozing from the wounds.

Jimmy looked above his head into a moonlight filled night sky.  The illumination made it hard to see any stars.  He could clearly see that there was no possible way the branch had simply fallen to it’s current resting place. It could only have been propelled there.  For the life of him, he couldn’t figure, by what for God’s sake?  There wasn’t a breath of wind.  The nearest trees of any size, were nearly twenty-five yards or so behind the car.  No one, not even him, could have picked it up and lobbed it that distance.  He felt his bravado begin to desert him.  He felt a raw emotion creeping into his mind.  One he hadn’t felt since childhood.  Fear.

CRACK!  Another branch loudly snapped in the distant darkness of the woods.  Then came the rending sound of wood ripping loose.  He snapped the light back up and down the road towards where it curved right and was lost in the dark trees.  Silence.  He suddenly became aware of the dead silence of the night.  Not even crickets chirping or the fluttering of the wings of night birds reached his ears. Something was out there.  Something...that had scared the rest of nature into a profound silence.  Something, he was suddenly sure, was watching him.  Something...or someone?

A thought occurred to him.  No one man possessed the strength it would have taken to hurl this branch so far.  Although, what about...say, six or more of his friends? Yeah.  That was it!  They are all big muscular guys on the team.  They followed him out here and were screwing around for a joke.

“All right, Assholes!  I’m on to you!  Come on out guys.”

“What is it Jimmy?  Who are you talking to?” Sheila asked from inside the car.  Her voice was now laced with acidic fear.

“It’s nothing.  Just my fuck up buddies from the team, screwing around!”  He shouted towards the woods.

That was when he saw it.  The huge branch. It dwarfed the one at his feet, as it arched silently up and out of the trees.  Sailing through the air, it came crashing down to Earth a mere three yards from where he was standing.  He yelled out loud.  His shout being drowned out by the noisy crash of the foot thick branch, and Sheila’s scream.  As the sound died, silence again rushed in to fill the void.  Now, the only sounds were Sheila whimpering in the car, and his own jack hammering heartbeat.  He struggled to calm himself.  Digging deep inside, he tried to find righteous anger.

“Hey, you fucking Morons!  You could have kill...”

He was cut off by the sounds issuing from the amongst the trees.  It started as a low menacing growling.  Quickly escalating into snarls and finally, a blood freezing, unearthly howling.

“What the fuck is that?”  Sheila screamed from the car.

Now, Jimmy was scared.  No longer did simple fear dance on spider’s feet through his mind. Now, outright panic threatened to make his beer swollen bladder let loose.  He started to stagger backwards on shaking legs to the car.  GET THE GUN! GET INTO THE FUCKING CAR AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, his mind screamed at him.  Then, he froze in mid-step...his eyes going as wide as the muscles would allow.

It, something, stepped out of the trees and into the light of the full moon.  It stood there in the dirt road, breathing like a locomotive.  Steam huffed out of it’s nostrils and cruel jaws.  Saliva dripped in long moon silvered strands.  Some were landing on the massive fur covered chest.  The rest, stretching to the breaking point and falling to the dirt at it’s feet.

A memory flashed in Jimmy’s mind.  It was like a scene in a horror film he had seen. The seven foot tall, hairy monster, was standing on grossly bent, Dog like, hind legs.  It was silhouetted in moonlight and tree shadows.

It stood there staring at him across the distance with what...?  OH, Dear God.  With Hunger.  That broke his paralysis, and he staggered back.  At the same time, it leaped forward.  CLUMP...CLUMP...CLUMP.  It’s foot falls landing with it’s great weight as it began racing across the distance after him. Jimmy grabbed for the gun.  He fumbled with and nearly dropped it into the the black shadow cast by his car.  He dimly heard Sheila screaming in terror.  Finally getting a grip on the weapon, he aimed and fired three consecutive rounds at the approaching nightmare.  It didn’t stop.  It didn’t even stagger or break it’s stride.  It showed not the slightest sign of having been hit by the bullets at all.

In mindless panic, he ripped open the driver’s door, dove inside the car, and slammed the door shut again.  With a twist of the key in the ignition lock, the big engine roared into life.  He threw the shift lever into reverse.  He had no choice of direction to go in.  He was forced to go backwards towards the rampaging creature that was hurtling towards them.  A log barrier mounted on two steel uprights, blocked forward movement because of the eighty foot drop off that lay beyond.  Neither, could he turn to one side or the other because of the barrier’s near proximity.

Jimmy stomped down on the accelerator.  The Mustang rocketed back three yards.  CRASH! BLAM!  Light flared around him.  The sudden stop and bouncing, along with the non use of seat belts, tossed him and Sheila into a collision with the roof and then the dashboard.

He shook his head and struggled to regain his senses.  Looking at the rear view mirror, he saw the beast was nearly upon them.  He stomped the gas pedal again, and was answered by the powerful engine screaming into the night.  There was no movement, and he realized what had happened.  The rear tires had hopped over the smaller branch, and sent them onto the bigger one.  Now the tires were completely off the ground.  They weren’t going anywhere.  He looked frantically again at the mirror.  The creature was airborne.  It had leaped towards the rear of the car.  He watched it sail through the air in stark relief against the full moon.  Time slowed. The horror came in slow motion.  It hit the apex of it’s leap and started down towards the trunk lid.

THE GUN!  Oh, Christ.  Where was the fucking gun?  It had somehow flown from his grasp in the impact of the crash.  Now, it was somewhere in the inky shadows of the floor boards.  He reached down and in a frenzy, felt blindly with his fingers for it.

“Sheila!  The gun!  Help me find the...” The words died in his mouth as his eyes fell on her face.  Blood was streaming down across her nose and lips and dripped into that magnificent cleavage.  It’s source, was a perfectly round little hole in the center of a puckered crater.  It was exactly centered between her eyes.  Oh, God!  Oh, my freaking God!  The light flash!  The gun had accidently discharged during the crash onto the branches.  Well, he thought insanely, she won’t frustrate anybody again.

Sheila’s body lurched and he screamed, as the fanged, clawed, monstrosity landed on the car’s trunk with a sound of metal crushing. Four razor sharp claws popped down through the material of the convertible’s top. A non human scream of triumph erupted overhead, as Jimmy’s questing fingers finally found the hot steel of the revolver.  With a sob, he grabbed it up, and brought it to bear on the roof...and fired.  There was a satisfying shriek from above, but the claws continued to rip a path through the canvas roof.  Then, the beast poked both paws into the opening and spread the ripping material wider.  It’s terrible snout shoved down through, followed by those evil golden eyes.

Jimmy fired again.  The resulting flash momentarily blinded him again, as well as his attacker.  The acidic odor of cordite filled the confining space.  The blast rang in both sets of ears.  The Werewolf, he now knew that’s what it was; shook it’s massive head to relieve the pain to it’s super sensitive hearing.  How could this be real?  He thought, as a hysterical laughter started bubbling up from his throat.  He squeezed the trigger repeatedly.  CLICK!  CLICK!  Jimmy listened with horror to the sound of the hammer falling on spent chambers.  Oh Shit!...Oh, God...Please, God...I DON’T WANT TO DIE!  He had never before been too interested in religion before.  Though now, he was quickly crossing himself with a fervor.

Something passed through the Monsters eyes. It was a mocking, glee-full expression.

“Good, fear.  Blood...GOOD.”  It said in a voice that sounded like broken glass being scrubbed across a washboard.

Jimmy felt the hot fluid coursing down his pants leg, and saw the steam rising off of it, before he even knew he had wet himself. He wanted to beg to live, but his voice no longer worked.  It was strangled in his throat by raw terror.  Instead, all that would come out was a high pitched, keening whimpering.

Outside, an Owl landed on a nearby sapling. It watched and listened in curiosity.  The hairy form forced it’s way in through the rags that had been the roof of the Mustang. Snarling and growling as it went.  Then, as the car rocked to and fro on the big branch, the screaming started.  The Owl listened, as the sound died in a wet gurgling, and some liquid sprayed in a fountain through the opening in the roof.   The red blood appearing black in the monochrome light of the moon.

The Mustang slowly came to a rest on the tangled branches.  Quiet tried to reassert itself over the idling engine.  Only

for a moment.  A loudly wet gnashing and slurping came from inside the vehicle.  The Owl, watched the shadow dance that was played out on the fogged up windows, backlit by the instrument panel’s green bulbs.

The big V-eight idled until half an hour after sunrise, then coughed roughly several times and died.  The vapor that had been rising into the crisp morning air from the twin exhaust pipes, began to dissipate.

Forty minutes into the new morning, the sounds of life filled the woods.  Birdsong, the chittering of Cicadas in the trees and brush, and the loud drone of hundreds of tiny wings coming and going from the Mustang’s ruined roof.  Life had awakened and set about searching for it’s morning meal.  The roiling cloud of flies had already located theirs, as had the high circling Buzzards overhead.

The morning light streaming in through the basement window, was extremely bright even through his closed eye lids.  Something soft and dry lay against his neck and left shoulder.  It felt different from the cotton of his usual tee shirts.  A coppery smell wafted up to his nose.

“Wake the fuck up, Stitches.”

Stinger’s voice.  Normal Stinger.  Not like that bizarre surreal fucking dream he’d had last night.  Crazy shit.  He must have been smoking Stinger’s crack laced cigarettes last night.  Because the nightmare he had experienced could only have been a

drug high.  Bad trip, man.  He struggled to open his eyes, but the sun bearing down though the window on his lids, made it hard to do.  Besides, they felt as though they were glued shut with some crusty crap.  He was laying on his side, on a cold, damp, hard surface.  He tried to lift himself up onto one elbow, sensing that would get his face out of the sun.  The movement wrenched a scream from his throat.

“Aarrrgg!”

“Easy, man.”  Stinger said.  “You’ll be all right.”

Stitches lay back, and breathed through the stabbing pain in his neck and shoulder.  After a moment, he found his voice.

“What the fuck!”

“Initiation old friend, initiation.”

Stitches sensed a shadow pass over him and was finally able to pry his lids apart through sheer willpower, and look up into the glare of light.  Stinger was standing in between him and the stark sunlight.  His features were obscured in shadows.  A nimbus halo of light, framed his head and thin shoulders.  He looked weirdly like some sort of angel.  Stitches started laughing at that stupid thought, and immediately got the reward of another explosion of pain.

“What’s so fucking hilarious?”

“You. You look like an Angel standing there with the sun behind you.  No, I don’t mean a Hell’s Angel either.”

“Yeah, right.”

“If you’d have had the dream I had...”

“Look, numb nuts... Does that pain in your neck and shoulder feel like a damned dream?”

“No, not really.  What the fuck happened to me?  I drop my bike?”

“I told you.  I initiated you, man.”

Stitches reached up with one hand and felt gingerly at his neck and shoulder.  His fingers touched gauze bandages and surgical tape.

“You are one of us now.  I think Wetstone will approve of my choice.”

“Man, what the fuck are you talking about? Listen, I had this nightmare that you were like this monster or something, and...”

“I told you already.  It wasn’t a nightmare.  It was real.  It really happened. I infected you.  Now, you will be part of our wolf pack.”

“Man, you really have to stop smoking that crack!  You are losing it big time.  What I dreamed belongs in some Hollywood horror film, and...wait a minute.  Just how the hell do you know what I dreamed?  I haven’t told you yet.”  Stitches suddenly felt a clammy goose flesh raising up.  “I mean, I didn’t say anything about a wolf.”

Stinger stepped out of the sun’s beams, and Stitches followed with his eyes. As they adjusted, he could see Stinger was grinning Sardonically.

“Fuck.”  Was all Stitches could utter.

“You’ll see for yourself on the first full moon next month.  You will change.  Just like I do.  Just like our Alpha wolf.  Randolph Wetstone, Jr.  He wants to keep us under his control, but I didn’t get chained up last night.  I went out after I infected you.  I made my first kill! I guaran...fucking..tee you, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“Stinger, common man, this can’t be real. Were both tripping, that’s what it is?  Ain’t it?  It can’t be real!”

“Oh, Stitches my friend.  It is most definitely real.  You won’t like it at first. I know I didn’t.  It’s an acquired taste.  It grows on you.  The power you feel is fantastic.  Nobody, I mean nobody, will be able to stand in our way.  When Wetstone becomes Senator, he will build an army of us. We will be his Generals, man!  We will rule the world.”

“You’re nuts.  You know that Stinger?  All that sampling of our wares, has sent you around the bend.”

“You still don’t believe it?  You’ll see. Shit, man.  Who do you think the full moon killer is?  Huh?  It’s Wetstone, man.  How the hell did that happen to your neck and shoulder?  It is fucking real, cabron.”  A look of agony coursed through Stitches’ face. “Don’t worry the pain will stop soon.  In a few days the wounds won’t even be there any more.”

Stitches, wanted to cry for the first time since he was ten years old.  It WAS real.  He knew it was.  All the denial in the

world wasn’t going to make it go away.  The nightmare was just starting for Oliver Garrett.  Despite his fearsome looking exterior, a very frightened little boy cried on the inside.  He wondered vaguely, if in his new monstrous body, he would still limp from his bout with polio all those years ago. Then, he suddenly remembered why he had come looking for Stinger.

“Maestro!  I talked to him last night.  He says don’t do anything to Blodgett.  Not until you clear it with him first.”

Raw anger rose in Stinger’s face.  His fists clenched, unclenched, and clenched again.

“Fuck him.  That Nark is dead meat.”

“He’s not a Nark.  He’s FBI.”

“What ever.”

“Look, if Maestro is as powerful as you say, then we better do what he says. Oh...yeah...”  Stitches started to laugh.  He grimaced again with the pain that flared up in the wound.

“What?”

“I just remembered.  He said to tell you to get back to your chains.”  He laughed out the words.  He continued to laugh harder.  Harder still, until the pain flared again in his neck and shoulder.  Eventually, it subsided into tearful sobs.  Stinger misread them, as grand humor, and began laughing along.

Outside, the stray cat sat staring from several yards away and behind the tall brown grass, at the basement window.  Showing it’s teeth again, it growled low in it’s throat. It wasn’t a sound of menacing warning at all. It was, rather, one of stark feline fear. Earlier, it had only sensed one of the strange evil presences.  Now, there were two.

The old Toyota jerked through the gears as he sped onto the expressway.  Damned automatic transmission was going.  He should be driving a sports car.  It was demeaning driving this bucket of bolts.  Of course he knew, Daddy wouldn’t lift a finger to help him.  He hadn’t been able to hold down a decent job and make more than enough to scratch his way through life.  Being the Governor’s adopted son, somehow just wasn’t as good as it should have been.  No privileges.  No special considerations.  A petty theft conviction, followed by two years probation, and a criminal record, had done little to win the old man over.  He had tried all sorts of things to improve his life, but to no avail.  He tried working for a lumber yard driving a delivery truck, but got fired for getting caught smoking weed on the job. He had worked in the circulation department of the Courier for a year.  It had been a thankless job with no where to go.  Sitting in the basement of the courier each evening rolling newspapers into delivery sleeves, and then pasting address labels on for the old fart farmers who subscribed, out on the various country routes.  This, while other guys were out scoring with good looking college chicks from NSU.  It had however, gotten him enough to buy this Crapper from some old fart.  It had been a steal, he had thought at the time.  The old guy had been denied a renewal of his driver’s license, after failing to pass the vision test several times.  So, his family had finally talked him into giving up driving and selling the 1986 Toyota Cressida. 

Kevin enrolled at Hoffman community college, and had taken a class in computer programing, only to quit after it became apparent that the curriculum was way over his head.  All the while, Daddy was too busy to see him.  Let alone hear about his problems. His disappointments, heartaches, or dreams.

The screeching roar of a Dodge Ram pick up truck’s engine broke his thoughts, as the driver swerved into his lane from his left. He cut it so close they almost kissed metal.

“God damn it!”  He screamed at the rapidly diminishing blue tail gate, while pounding on his horn.  “You Mother...you fucking Idiot!” The driver of the brand new three quarter ton pickup truck, a yuppie looking type, looked into his rear mirror, lifted his hand and shot Kevin the bird.  Damned rich bastard, thought Kevin.  There weren’t even plates on it yet.

Kevin stomped on the accelerator, only to get a very unsatisfying cough from his overworked Toyota engine.  He had hoped it would kick into passing gear, but instead it just bogged down.  Damn, damn, damn!  He pounded on the steering wheel in frustration. He didn’t really know what he would do, even if he had been able to chase the prick down. A lot of scenarios played quickly through his mind.  Run the fucker off the road, force him over, drag him out of the door, and beat some courtesy into him.  Or, maybe just shove him out in front of one of the many big rigs plowing down the concrete sea of the expressway.  He wondered what the reaction would have been if it had happened to Wetstone?  Shit, he would have had the jerk’s gonads on a plate for breakfast.

The man was cool, Kevin grudgingly thought. He wished he possessed that kind of innate power that throbbed just under the surface. He was a man who got whatever he set his mind to.  Kevin hated admitting it, but he did feel a bit of admiration for the guy.  It was an odd feeling.  Being mixed up with his anger towards the man, and his desire to skim off some of that wealth from him.  Three grand wasn’t much.  Oh sure, he could probably buy some better used wheels for that, but why not think big?  The SOB could afford a hundred times that much.

The sorry bastard had some private dick watching him.  That much he was sure of. Maybe, just maybe, he could shake him off his ass, and then he would keep tabs on Wetstone. Watch him.  Eventually, if he followed him, he could find out something that he could use to leverage even more cash out of him.  You didn’t get that far and become that powerful without some dark secrets.  Kevin was determined that he would discover what Randolph Wetstone’s secrets were.  Sullen, immature bully of women, huh?  Kevin thought, remembering Randolph’s words.  When I find some dirt on you... You’ll see what a bully really is.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this sample chapter.

Harrison Ray

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REVIEWS:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Howling Awesome Novel!, December 9, 2009

By	Dolphin "Ghosthunter" (Ojai, Ca) - See all my reviews

Normally, I an not in the habit of posting reviews, nor am I an avid reader of mythological, paranormal horror or supernatural fear based novels.

However, I must admit that I found this new novel "EVIL MOON" written by Harrison Ray, quite, simply riveting!

The author has managed to create a story which draws the reader into the plot immidiately and holds your attention from the first page to the very last.

The unique and realistic cast of characters bring the story to life with crisp dialogue and extremely interesting twist and turns.

The pages are packed with vivid description of gruesome attacks, rapid transformations from man into beast, mystery, adventure, action, suspense and even a touch of romance all woven together to create a must read novel for any fan of werewolf, supernatural horror or thriller books.

I highly recommend EVIL MOON to only adult readers as the storyline, language and visual descriptions may be rather intense for youthful readers.




 

4.0 out of 5 stars I Feel The Bad Moon Rising..., December 29, 2009

By	Todd A. Fonseca (Minneapolis, MN) - See all my reviews

Called to the scene of a third teenage girl attacked in Hoffman Nebraska in less than a week, Davis Veoh approached the area with caution presuming the perpetrator to still be near by. Though a veteran officer, Veoh found himself taken aback by the blood and gore he found, the girl's throat and face mauled as if by an animal. By some miracle, she was still alive, her breathing labored. After paramedics arrived and worked to stabilize her, Veoh and his partner Roscoe searched the area. What Veoh wasn't prepared for was what he later learned. This latest victim was not just another town person attacked, but his very own daughter.


Somehow, someway, she survives and against all odds stuns medical science by recovering faster than anyone would expect through some type of infection altering her DNA. Though happy his daughter has survived, Veoh soon learns that her fate may be worse than death as the local killings multiply and rumors spread about whether some type were beast may be responsible for such grotesque murders. In order to save his daughter, Veoh must be open to the supernatural and hunt what cannot be killed.


In Evil Moon, Harrison Ray weaves a complex web of intertwined lives in a small Nebraska town. Told from varied perspectives, we learn about the politician wannabe who has searched his whole life to find meaning and relevance, the single divorced mother who has given everything for her child leaving nothing for herself, the single patrolman who will stop at nothing to save his daughter, the gang member searching for belonging, and the undercover FBI agent who must live a lie in order to serve the greater good even if it means estrangement from his family and friends. Soon an evil infects all of their lives - some choose to embrace it for their own gain while others fight it to save their families.


I enjoyed Ray's first novel, especially the first 2/3rds of the book which is steeped in character development. The latter part of the novel turns to non-stop action in the Colorado mountains in a race against time that Veoh must win or lose his daughter forever. There are a few story arcs left open (perhaps for a future offering) and perhaps the suspension of disbelief is really pressed near the end, but overall Evil Moon is a good fun read. 

EVIL MOON....WHAT A STUNNER!!, January 20, 2010
By
K. Bloom "ilovebooks" (Boise, Idaho United States) - See all my reviews
  
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I find it hard to believe that this is Mr. Rays first novel! This man can write. This book is over five hundred pages of suspense, terror and hairy things that go bump in the night (oh...when the moon is out!). Will not go into the story however will tell you that if you like modern Werewolf tales you will love this book! Cannot wait for Mr. Ray to write his next novel!

Well plotted, interesting, and suspenseful., January 20, 2010
By
Jana Janeway - See all my reviews
From the start, the writing style impressed me. The opening scene grabbed me, and kept my interest from that point on. Great dialog! I'm a big fan of dialog - in my opinion, dialog can make or break a story. The scenery was well described - I could easily envision what the characters were doing, the world around them, etc.

I would recommend this book to anyone interested in werewolves, thrillers, suspense, crime dramas, or to anyone just looking for a good read.
 
James January 02, 2010
 4.0 out of 5.0 Stars.
Interesting plot, certainly better werewolf portrayal than recent attempts. Well written with intense moments that should hold readers to the book.

 Jeff Shibley  4 Stars

Evil Moon is the first book from Harrison Ray, and it is a very good debut. Evil Moon has a great start where you meet Nebraska state patrol Officer Davis Veoh. He finds what looks to be the 3rd victim of an animal that has been attacking people in Lincoln Nebraska. He soon finds out that this victim is the first survivor, and also that this victim is his daughter Kenna.

Throughout the book we are introduced with many new characters with great back stories. There is Randolph Wetstone the rich big game hunter that wants to be senator and will go to any length to get what he wants. He is the full moon killer, a werewolf, that teams up with Stinger and his motorcycle gang called the necromancers. The Necromancers run the drug trade in the area. There is also a trouble maker named Kevin Burk who has his own plans. between them they provide enough bad guys to keep all the other characters on there toes.

The book slows down a bit in the middle. Letting you get to know all the characters more. The depth of the characters are great and what makes this book so good. Part of me actually thought this book may have been a bit too long in the middle, but when you get towards the end and all the pieces fall together you understand that is what made the book both different and good.

Once you get towards the end it starts to get so fast and so action packed that it gives you little room to breathe....and that is a good thing...great start even better finish and lots of depth to the characters in between. Evil Moon is a very good book, and I recommend it to anyone.

 
 

Fast paced and scary!!!, 23 Jan 2010

By	Avid Reader (Brighton, UK) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Evil Moon (Paperback)

Evil Moon is a fast paced and scary story of a werewolf in an everyday US setting. The narrative is pacey and Ray wastes little time with lengthy descriptions focussing rather on creating atmosphere and fleshing out his very believable characters. In a genre were the motto seems to be 'more gore the better' Evil Moon does not disappoint but is a cut above the rest. Bite into this if you dare...Evil Moon

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